[Intro]
([?] made this one)
(Ayo, K, turn that **** up!)

[Chorus 1: Kyle Exum as Bassthoven]
I've noticed inconsistencies in what I've asked and what you've done
Test me, I'll be forced to turn your brother to an only son
'Fore you speak I have three words to describe who I am: not the one
I recall my request to keep your quarters kept, you're quite forgetful
I hypothesize what you speak will leave you quite regretful
My attempts to let the action rest wеre sadly not successful
Your discomfort's a side еffect, I'm the one who this makes feel dreadful

[Verse 1: Kyle Exum as Bassthoven]
Fifth amend when I attend, silence, your message pigeon's snitchin'
Pressed? I'll snap a pic up for the press to let them know you're missing
You're G. washed up, I rock G. Wash, no, you don't know these britches
Edison confirmed it, you're lightwork, therefore you're known for switchin'
Watch your tone, I'm major, you're minor, don't risk it, pushin' G's
We gossip drop at your pity parties, we got to pushin' Teas
Your disrespect has become the centerpiece of my memories
I'll introduce you to your doom but first I'll let you meet defeat
"Pocket watch" you might tell, I've been known to strike twelve
Second hand the talk, you should've waltzed before the night fell
Brail the bars I've got, they feel them lots, though yours are quite frail
I can't ship you and boo, she settled for you, so she might sail
Don't near me with "Here Ye's", I'm no fellow to hello
Got bars of gold, whithout Young Metronome you can't go the tempo
Need Trojan Horses just to open your doors, your O's don't crescendo
A resource to me drips or gets lit, you don't hold the potential, look either
You've got digits, I've got digits, mine just hold the best attendance
You got gifted, I got gifts, ain't talkin' 'bout the peasant present
This your drip? I spot mirages, poverty parked in your pockets
Pirate type, digging up ex's, heard she's at the spot where Mark is
You don't take L's on every day, just ones that end in Y
Complying's optional but a small fee of your life applies
Shots heard around the world, Revere don't even know quite how I'm comin'
Excalibur caliber, sir, it's set in stone, you ain't gon' cut it
[Verse 2: Is0kenny as The Homie from the 1800s, Kyle Exum as Bassthoven]
Clarify, you think I'd be shookith by a threat that doesn't qualify?
When I'm known for sliding on the opps and making mama's cry?
Don't you try to test me
I've earned my stripes, I call the shots like I'm a referee
Let me set the record straight, testing me is do or die
Put the pen to the paper, put your life onto the line
Don't mind my slang, it's a way of colloquialism
In other words I'm just saying I won't be a victim
Way before the Lamborghini's I was driving locomotives
Turn you to a monument and I won't even have a motive
On your grave I'll throw some roses, don't take CashApp, I take tokens
Refer to me as God 'cause I'm really feeling omnipotent
Pack and we pull up, late nights, with my knights I command
Edison, lights out, starry nights I invent
My lads paint a scene, on Gogh, when we hop out the Van
Cancel not we shun, bye, bye, make you bounce out the land
You should ring my line and let me hit decline before you catch a tone
Press your buttons, I'mma treat you like the pound sign on a phone
Create silence like I'm Tesla, I'm Wright, bro, fly you take the road
Your tunes ain't making noise 'cause I'm first one on the radio
A joke, you're a jester, I ain't taking you serious
Off the top I'll off your top, this guillotine is a lyricist
It's a duel to your doom, just in case you were curious
Snatch your jewel out your tomb, now I'm feeling luxurious
[Chorus 2: Kyle Exum as Bassthoven, Is0kenny as The Homie from the 1800s]
You're Medieval mid to me, for centuries we really run this
I've noticed inconsistencies in what I've asked and what you've done
Test me, I'll be forced to turn your brother to an only son
'Fore you speak I have three words to describe who I am: not the one
Your scroll requested seconds of the smoke I sent, you're quite forgetful
I hypothesize that you've peaked and your boo's quite regretful
Drip in dialect, yes, I detect you're simply not that special
Your discomfort's a side effect, I'm the one who this makes feel dreadful